After The Rain

I Sing dew drops of morning

Mourning

Tears of night that fall

With a soft caress 

On the tender, unfurling flesh

Of a single blade of grass

A sword of light to cut the passing shadows in half

Fallen star perhaps, smoldering passions

All aglow in a bed of dawn

First rays of a loving sun

Smiling upon the scene

Of casual euphoria in a prism of daylight

Frolicking like a maid in the clover

 

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